The Baja continues to draw me around in a circle. I have bought a car that is just like one that I would stop and photograph were I to see it parked on the street. Yesterday, I parked my car on the street and took pictures of it. This time I drove the car away, rather than just walk or bike off, when I would only to pour over the pictures later.
There were two people who inspired me to start taking pictures of cars on the street. One was a writer for Jalopnik, who took pictures of car in Alameda, CA. The other was a Jalopnik reader, who posted pictures of cars he saw parked in NYC. I felt close to the cars shot in Alameda because the cars, the light, the scenes, the atmosphere was all just like my home town just an hour inland from the Bay.
The pictures in NYC struck me because I was just moving to Manhattan to start college. I was always proud when I could find a car on the street that had been spotted by that Jalopnik reader. One car he posted a picture of I never thought I would see myself. It was a 1953 Willys Jeep, parked on an unnamed street in a neighborhood of Brooklyn I’d never even heard of.
Just yesterday I went out to that neighborhood. I happened upon the very same Willys by chance. I took a picture of it, only this time I parked my car right next to it.
I haven’t quite figured out exactly what kind of effect this car is working on me, but it makes my head spin the more I think about it. Well, maybe that’s just the gasoline fumes in the cabin.